Being six teen looked a lot easier on TV

Being six teen looked a lot easier on TV this age has got me Killing my brain With being trapped in my thoughts Constantly pondering on the mysteries of the world Driving my head in to a self induced coma With the things I don’t know Or understand yet Being six teen looked a lot easier on TV In the episode when the teenager knew were to draw the line when it came to Relationships Or in friendships and never let her character become unwholesome But reality is The line is impossible to fined with out knowing who you are Youth is clueless with pressure put on ever decision My scull needs some ventilation from all these opinions that I swap my self in looking for my own opinion Anguish mixes with a Never ending black hole of desire to be desired or understood Being six teen looked a lot easier on TV In the episode when the teen knew how to stand up for her self But reality is Bold words are sealed inside my lips So my heart prints what I’m scared to say inside my mine I’m nothing more than a anonymous author Being six teen looked a lot easier on TV In the episode when the teenager knew who she was and never compromise her identity With being a bad kid But reality is I hide myself in lies So people only see what I show them Replace her with a clone to fool anyone that wouldn’t like me originally They don’t need to know that I’m different Or truly beautiful Through my individuality that’s ingrained in my personality Or a Self diagnosed crazy nut But the clone turns a knife on my heart And lets my magnificent colors leek out Painting a vivid picture across my face Of personality and purposely unfelt emotions My cursed face tells a hidden story On the sly I’m messed up from my past The past that built my insecurities And my strength The past that I often fail to realize that every one has So l label my self In am a Self diagnosed crazy nut I’m to messed up to be with anyone Yet boys come in bus loads Dang it there every were My words vanish Heart sinks The thought of rejection creeps up my spine They would have to stay away It they know in a self diagnosed nut But they would have to come closer if they knew I was a beautiful spirit who just thinks to much dang Being six teen looked a lot easier on TV some one pleas tell me it not Just me Who’s expectations were too high

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